hmm, that reminds me of a local bloke I used to work with. "mad pete the horse rustler from biddulph moor"..
great bloke, bit of a character etc. lets say he liked a drink.
he got home in the early hours one night after a session to find a rat in the kitchen. in his stupor he reached for the shotgun..
well, he made a mess of his kitchen, rat probable got away. he was a joiner though..